The world has shifted,
once horizontal, now slanted.The weight of untreated pain in this unjustly world tilting it heavily.
Kindness is given for the sake of avoiding betrayal.
At the same time, hate is shown in order to avoid the same kind of betrayal.
Fear rules this tilted world, in every nook and cranny.
Mad creatures savaging for a life through the wrong doorway hungrily.
Nothing could possibly change this, other than understanding. That's what we've been created for.
Unity, love, and peace.
None achieved. None lasted.
For what's worth, maybe the world itself will grow tired. Maybe the eyes of the pained will close, and the ones causing pain to realize not everything is through violence.
Not only by the pain of people, but blood shed on the grounds of dry neglected land.
Weighing down the world...further and further,
The pile gets thicker and thicker...
The world grows quieter and quieter...
And they ask the ones unconflicted.
"Why do you love the world?"
Without heart, without thoughts, they answer,
"Because it's my home."
What of the ones in sufferance?
Is the world their hell?
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